Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.